This week’s photo prompt is provided by Joy Pixley. Thank you Joy!
As soon as I started walking my destination was inevitable. My feet needed no encouragement because they had walked this way almost every day for the past year. My first year without him beside me.
It had been very difficult, but my life seemed to finally be turning a corner. It was like the blackness of depression was lifting from my eyes. It was like I was going to finally allow myself to move on and I was sure that this was the last time I would visit the bridge.
Our bridge.
The time had finally come to say goodbye.
Written for flash fiction for aspiring writers
AngieTrafford 
Leaving me with the question … Did she visit the bridge or did she cross it? Too much responsibility for the reader here.
Nice writing (as always).
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I do like to believe the reader guessing, sorry about that! Thanks for reading.
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It’s nice she is finally able to come to terms with her husbands death and move on with life. Is this her last visit to this bridge purposefully? She is saying goodbye I know, will she ever come back?
Nice write Angie.
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Nice take to have a story where the bridge is approached but leave us guessing as to if it was crossed or not. Good one.
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Lovely story, Angie! She was able to tell the bridge goodbye because she was finally able to see light after a year of depressing darkness! Very nice!!
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bridges draw us and help us decide a path to take, really enjoyed your flow of words
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I saw a positive outcome.
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Very nice story Angie. Liked the purposeful manner in which she approached her new beginning. Good writing.
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